Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing DeepChord presents Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Panda Bear,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
The Zeros,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Altered Images,
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
10cc,
Warren Ellis,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Wings,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Niagra,
Q65,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Jerry's Kids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Jawbox,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.